-"Mommy, how did you know daddy was 'the one'?"
-"When he made the bed the morning after."
The debate between passion and comfort rages on. The men (boys? guys? males.) I have had those "obsessive" types of relationships represent the passion. I've come to realize that the problem with these types of relationships is that they are often one-sided---- nobody would say anything if the relationship was a reciprocal one.
And then there are the really nice guys. The guys who actually wait for you to put your coat on before you leave the restaurant. The guys who DON'T completely walk all over you because you give him the opportunity to do so.
Basically, the business major has turned into one of those geniunely nice guys. He goes to church with you. He gets you hot chocolate when you're cold. He makes the bed the morning after. He walks you to your car. He calls to make sure you get home ok. (that bed-making thing sounds a lot worse than it actually is, by the way).
But then you run into the jerky guy who spent the last few months slowly destroying you, and you get that little dip in the stomach and the shakiness that leave you completely flustered. I realize these little "jolt" feelings disappear in any long-lasting relationship, and they are nothing to base ANYTHING upon.
Basically, now that I have a guy in my life who actually treats me the way I want to be treated, I find myself wondering why I spent so much time in a relationship that I wasn't satisfied with. Seriously, what's wrong with me?
So I continue to approach the nice guy with optimistic caution, and attempt to mentally separate myself from "that guy" as much as I possibly can.